CHARLEY, HE'S A MASHER.
Copyright, 1881, by Mrs. Pauline Lieder.
There is a little fellow, who no doubt you all have seen,
And Charley is the charmer's Christian name;
He dresses In the fashion, with a bright neck-tie of green,
And to tell the truth, he never looks the same.
His hair he curls right nobby, and his moustache waxed to kill,
He's gotten up expressly for the day;
He stands upon the corners, but really can't keep still.
And should you chance to meet him, I'm sure you'd say:
Charley, he's a masher, Charley, he's a pet,
Charley, he's a darling, he's a dandy, you can bet;
He's the object of attention, from all the ladies fair.
And when he's out on promenade, you should see them at him stare.
He attends all the theatres, and seems perfectly at home,
Has invitations to parties, balls and fairs;
He's a sort of privileged character, and is always seen alone,
He seems to run the gauntlet everywhere.
He's polished in his manner, in a la-de-da sort of a way.
But how he lives, I'll leave it all to you ;
You couldn't help but notice him, he always looks so gay,
It's a mystery how they do it, but they do.-Chorus.